(Author's Note, Hey if you are new to my stories, this is a continuation of my Previous story: The Judgement Hall. Please read that before this one or you might suffer confusion.)

(Note: this is what you put after net, the website is refusing to let me put the whole link in: /s/11777455/1/The-Judgement-Hall )

The File:

As Pax stood there admiring his void mural he pondered whether he should begin the mourning process, 'Chara is going to initiate her plan soon, might as well draw the scene.'

Pax shook his head, "What am I saying? How am I so cynical?"

An odd yet melodic voice rang out, 'Do you want the short or long answer?'

Pax turned in all directions for this new voice but found not the perpetrator. "Who's there?" He said in a shout, 'An error? No that can't be, I haven't obstructed the timeline and I still have my memories.'

'That's true, isn't it? Well, Errors can't be made until you forgo the timeline and play with it like a cat does a ball of yarn; that doesn't occur until you've royally screwed up, but what if a tiny ripple caused a tsunami of potential in the timeline. It may not even be you, yet you can't be sure.'

Pax shook his head again, "Coward, show yourself so I can-"

'Attack me? Sorry Pax, but I am you and you'll never be rid of me.'

Pax smirked, "I see how it is now, it must be the void getting to me again, I guess I'll just walk around the Underground again."

Only the chorus of melodic laughter filled the void, 'If that's how you think it is then, by all means, go ahead.'

New Home City:

As Pax landed on the ruby leaves he saw monsters trudging ahead. He tapped the shoulders of a nearby guard and asked a polite question to fit in, even though he knew what was occurring, "Excuse me, where is everyone going?"

The guard turned around, it was a very young Doggo, his dog treat was still lit in his mouth, "Someone talkin' to me?" Pax chuckled and waved his hand, "Ah it's you… Pax wasn't it?"

"Yessir, that's me," Pax said with a smile, he used his actual name since he didn't really exist here so there was no need to lie about another name.

"Ah, well son," Pax flinches at the word son, "The Princess and Prince have died… it's a funeral procession."

Pax cursed under his breath, he hadn't expected Chara's plan to happen so fast. He thanked Doggo who had lost interest in him in favor of two kids in a tussle; following the crowd Pax had two choices, just go into a pub or actually watch the funeral procession of his former girlfriend and his best friend. He chose the latter so he could at least drown his surmounting sadness before it toppled his emotional dam.

"Hey Grilbz, two soft ones to start."

The familiar face of Grillby had momentarily shocked Pax, Pax did visit often enough to this world so he should've been done with the emotional stress, "Oh, it's you Pax…"

Pax looked as Grillby had taped one box together, "Where you going G-man?"

"I thought you of all people knew I was going to Snowdin."

"Really? Why?"

Grillby sighed, his flames momentarily sparking up, "Mainly for my daughter, there's too much violence in New Home City lately. I figured the wayward settler town will be just fine for her, besides it's not like us fire elementals are going to freeze"

Pax sighed, it looks like he was going to the procession, "Thanks, Grillby, you have a good time in Snowdin. I'm sure you're going to like the bone-headedness of some of your patrons."

As the casket and urn were paraded around, Pax had to resist the urge to cry. He knew this would happen, it had to, or else an Error would be created and Chara and everyone Pax loved would be in danger again, 'I couldn't face myself if that happened.'

'Yes you could, you're just too stubborn as always.'

"I'm not letting you get to me this time, mind," Pax said while hitting his noggin lightly

Someone tapped his shoulder, "Excuse me, friend, are you alright?"

Pax turned around and screamed internally at the sight of someone who should never know he existed, "Uncle Papyrus?"

Papyrus smiled, "Oh, I am terribly sorry friend, but you must have me confused with someone else. My only brother is Sans and he certainly has no child. I'm not even sure how monster children are born…"

Pax moved his hands and for the first time realized that his hands were made of flesh, luckily the ink moved around his hands and formed gloves to cover that fact, "Oh… Of course my mistake."

Another voice filtered in, "Hey pal, it's alright. The underground is kind of like a container of sorts so when this type of stuff happens it's kind of Jarring"

Pax looked his dad in the face but luckily didn't blurt out Dad; no, instead Pax had nodded his head, "Yeah, of course. Sorry…"

Papyrus leaned in, "Say… you don't look like any monster I've seen before, and I'm friends with everyone!"

Sans tensed and the Ink quickly formed a scarf over Pax's mouth, "Yeah… I'm the last of my species."

Sans semi-relaxed, "Really? The last you say? What was your species?"

"Y'know… my species was one of the original monsters, I can't even trace it back to the first without mentioning m-"

Pax was cut off when Sans's eye glowed the eerie blue that meant business, "Say, where'd you get this locket?"

Pax looked down to the golden heart locket around his neck, the only memory from his timeline left besides him, "It used to belong to a friend before she passed away above ground…"

Warm trails began pooling around Pax's eyes; Papyrus noticed and immediately put a hand on Pax's shoulder while shooting a look at Sans. Turning back to Pax Papyrus smiled and said with a cheerful tone, "Hey now, don't cry… no one is allowed to be sad when the Great Papyrus is around."

Pax smiled and wiped his eyes, "Thanks, it's just a little hard knowing how things always go, especially when you know you can't control it."

Sans patted Pax's shoulder, "Sorry kiddo, you know how it is these days. Everyone's paranoid."

"Yeah I gues I can't really give you the cold shoulder, guess these days I'm just bone-ly"

Papyrus grimaced, 'Did he just-'

Sans burst out laughing, "Sheesh kiddo, you actually told me a pun I hadn't thought of. That's grounds for a meal."

Pax tried waving it off but one look at Papyrus made him reconsider.

Pax took the plate of spaghetti from Papyrus and thanked him. Papyrus proceeded to grab Sans and him a plate, "So you're from the surface you say? I thought all monsters were down here."

Pax inhaled and exhaled deeply, deciding to tell not the whole truth instead of lying blatantly, "Kind of."

"Kind of?" Sans asked, his brow furrowed.

"Yeah, we lived in a… forest, one with next to no visible light."

Papyrus swallowed his spaghetti, "Sound dark and frightening."

Pax smiled a brief, melancholy grin, "It is… was, but everyone had each other. The future was uncertain, but I persevered after Error-"

Sans looked up from his plate, "Error?"

Pax momentarily freaked out, "It was the name of a fearsome human that could actually use magic," when Pax looked at his Uncle and Dad he frowned, "Yeah, long story short I escaped to down here about two years ago."

Sans got up and put his plate in the sink, "Hey Papyrus, it's getting late, go upstairs and get ready for bed. I'll be upstairs to read you the bunny story in a minute."

"But Sans-"

"No buts Paps, unless you want to hear my puns."

Papyrus shot up and brought his plate with him, "Nope, no puns for me!"

When the sound of a door shutting rung throughout the house Sans turned towards Pax, "You can drop that whole shtick now Pax."

"What do you mean?" Pax said, sweat beginning to form on his brow, 'Damn, does he remember me? Does that count towards the Error Process?'

"I mean the act you're putting on," he said

'Oh, he knows. You know that don't you bonehead?'

"I know you're a human, Pax," Pax sighed, "But what troubles me more is what I don't know, and that's how you can use magic."

Pax held up his hands and the Ink slowly dissolved, 'This is better than him knowing the truth.'

"You got me, good sir, I'll just be on my way. I only have an hour left to live so I'm going to explore the underground until I croak."

Before Sans could intervene Pax teleported.

The File:

As Pax reentered the file he curled into a ball, 'So I got to see my friends dead, and had the reunion of a lifetime with my family. Great…'

The melodic voice returned, 'I told you it wouldn't help, but you didn't listen to me… I guess you only have myself to blame.'

Pax ignored the voice, he knew it was his Error trying to get out now. It was the only thing that made sense in any form. He looked at what passed for up and saw the mural that he loved the most. "At least she's safe for now."